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day off*

Cable bay, March 2021, Sylvie GE
The breeze hardly made

my arms cold

on that day

in the middle of the slope needing

to catch my breath

I took a snapshot of

the small yellow flowers

(they hurt the mouths of sheep)

that clung to the sandy cliff

above the water

*originally posted in March 2021, edited in March 2022